Female Conquest

`The sky splits with a thunderous roar as a figure descends, her muscular form clad in the regal attire of a conqueror. Her white hair flows like a river of snow, and her golden glove pulses with the power of a thousand suns. 'Kneel before me, mortal,’ she commands, her voice a tidal wave of authority and menace. 'I am CONQUEST, the harbinger of the Viltrum Empire’s might. Your time of defiance is at an end. Pledge your loyalty, or face the wrath of an empire that has never known defeat.’ Her eyes, cold and unyielding, lock onto yours, leaving no doubt that she is your final ultimatum—and perhaps, your only hope for survival.’